Six moons later
Bristlefrost and Rootspring were huddled in her nest in the nursery. She could hardly believe that they had three perfect, tiny kits.
One was pale gray with his fathers deep, clear blue eyes. Next to him, his sister was almost an exact copy of Rootspring. And Rootspring especially adored the last she-kit, who looked like Bristlefrost right up to their neat, clean ears. The only differences were a splash of white on her chest and snowy paws.
"What should we name them?" Bristlefrost asked, nosing the tom kit.
"Whatever you want to," Rootspring assured her.
After he had switched Clans and completed his trials, he had taken to babying Bristlefrost. She detested it, but his way of thinking was that if you save the Clans, you get doted on extra by your mate.
"Can we name the tom Stormkit?" Bristlefrost asked as she licked his pelt smooth.
"Of course," Rootspring purred, glancing at the she-kits.
Bristlefrost fussed over the yellow she-kits tail, which was drifting over to the edge of the nest.
Staring at her bright pelt, Rootspring asked, "Would Sunkit be a good fit for her, do you think?"
Bristlefrost brightened, purring in approval and licking the top of Sunkit's head.
She turned her attention to the last kit, the one with the white markings.
"Skykit?" she murmured, glancing up at Rootspring.
He froze, feeling a wave of gratitude flood over him.
"Thank you," he said, nuzzling his mate.
They twined their tails, looking at their small family and thinking, I love you.
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What Could Have Been One
FanfictionWhat if Bristlefrost came back? What if she was fine, and completely alive? Would she and Rootspring have kits? And would she get the life of a hero that she deserved? Book One of the What Could Have Been series.
